Hi!! This is Carrie... and Audilee (-sigh-). We were all of the sudden hit with an amazing idea (okay, it was Carrie who got trampled with it, and we think it is amazing.) So... here it is!

And not to insult your intelligence or anything, but I want to make sure you know who is who:

Mail Jeevas- Matt

Mihael Keehl- Mello

Nate River- Near

Kiyomi- Takada

Disclaimer: Everything that shouldn't belong to us, doesn't belong to us.

Alright, enjoy!

Light narrowed his eyes at the clock on the wall that almost seemed to slow down every time he would check the time. His head throbbed as he tapped his foot in time with the ticking of the second hand. Three seconds, two seconds, one second, and… ah. The bell rang out through the halls of Tsugumi Obata Middle School loudly.

The screeching rung in Light's ears and he smiled satisfied, at his desk. His professor glared at him, and he let a smirk plaster his face with cockiness. The day was over. He could go home and… and do whatever he did when he got there. Nothing. He smiled again to himself. He had the life of a God.

A flash of blond clouded his vision and he narrowed his eyes once again.

Well, maybe not exactly the life of a God.

"Light-kun, Light-kun!! Misa Misa missed you! She had to sit all the way over theeeeere because of the mean teacher." Misa pointed to the side of the classroom opposite of Light.

"I know," he grumbled, trying to hide his snicker.

She pouted. "I wasn't even talking to you to loudly!"

But she had been, Light confirmed by replaying what had happened in his mind. He smiled brightly at her. "Of course you weren't. If you hurry and get your things from your locker I'll carry your books for you." Misa was gone before he could say another word.

Now it wasn't a race against the clock, it was a race against how fast Misa could move. Light shot up from his seat and started running for the door grabbing his books at the same time. He pushed through the throngs of teenagers, trying to reach his locker and leave the building before Misa caught up with him.

As his locker came into view, his heart sank. There was a crowd of giggling girls standing right in front of it. Light stopped running and sighed before pushing his hair out of his eyes. He walked up to the girl who looked to be the leader and placed his hand on another locker, right next to her head.

Light gave the acne-induced teenager the brightest smile he could muster. She blushed and looked as though she was going to melt right on the spot. He said breathlessly, "Could you manage to move right over there?" He gestured with his head toward Misa's locker where he knew Misa was threatening to beat up a football player for trying to flirt with her. "I would really appreciate it. I need to get out of here…" The girl nodded and signaled for her groupies to move to where Light had gestured.

It was good to be him.

Light hastily turned the dial on his locker and threw his school supplies into his pack. He checked off things in his head: math binder, Japanese textbook, English notebook, and science project. He heaved the bag onto his right shoulder before taking one last look, wistfully at his spotless locker.

Light sometimes wished he could just crawl into it and sleep. It might be cramped, but it sure would be safe. Enough.

The young teenager sighed and pressed his head against his locker as he heard Misa call his name in her shrill voice. He glanced nervously towards her locker only to make eye contact with the girl he had been "flirting" with. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged at the girl. She smiled, getting his signal, and yelled, "Takada!!"

A girl with short, black hair flying in her face appeared from behind a nearby corner and grabbed Misa's arm. "Hey Misa…" she said faking enthusiasm, "there is something really, really cool in the bathroom. Come on…" She started dragging the blond towards the girls' restroom.

"Okay! Bye bye Light-kun!!" Misa yelled to Light. He rolled his eyes and turned to watch Kiyomi. She brushed her fingers along her hairline.

Light turned and ran. With students, air, and unidentified fragrances flying past him, he made it to his bus. On time. With no Misa.

He trudged up the steep steps leading to the rows and rows of seats on the bus. He started walking towards the back, searching for an open seat. "Thank you Kiyomi…" Light muttered to himself as he sat down in the first open seat, which, unfortunately, was with Nate River.

"Hi Nate." He said as enthusiastically as he could.

Nate took a deep breath and glared at Light. The white haired boy was sitting with his head in between his knees, looking out the window. His small, slim features were distorted with disgust. "Listen, Yagami. I don't like you. At all. Keep that in mind." And on that note, he went back to what he was doing, which was staring at out the window.

Light inched away slowly, trying not to provoke the albino genius.

The two hadn't gotten along since… well, ever. They had been in class together when they were just in grade school and Nate had always been alone. He was a loner until he got to middle school. The school was split into cliques. Everyone knew it, and didn't like it, but no one would ever do anything about it.

"Hey, Near, why don't you go sit with Mello today?" a helpful voice said from the seat next to him. Light looked up gratefully to find whom the voice came from.

His eyes met with a deep, onyx pair completely unlike his own. Empty, the pair of eyes were empty, void of emotion. The boy's facial features twisted into a smirk. When Light, still shocked that this… this nerd would get him out of his awful position, realized who exactly it was speaking, he smiled.

L. Light's favorite little geek. Well, the only one of them who ever dared to talk to him in an almost friendly manor. He was the epitome of the school's population of geniuses. Funny thing is though, his social life was almost better than Light's, and a billion times better than Misa's.

Near looked up at L, and his face, once apathetic, grinned. "Sure L."

He stood and stalked down the isle, only to throw himself into 'Mello's' seat, who Light knew as Mihael Keehl. The loud blond boy screamed in protest and tried to push the smaller boy out of the seat. Nate stayed put.

L had 'nicknames' for his best friends, which was so weird that it was funny. They all went by the names in class, at lunch, and pretty much everywhere. It really confused the… slower teachers. The other teachers had just started using them too. And dear God, if you weren't in their little posse of geniuses and tried to use the nicknames, your face would meet the cold, dirty water of the toilets in the boys bathroom as soon as the next morning. Mihael would make sure of it.

Takada swore they were in some crazy, ridiculous cult of geniuses. If they were, Light would have been in it by now. He scoffed.

L moved to sit down next to Light. He brought his knees to his chest and put his thumb between his soft lips. "Hey."

"Hi."

L pulled a dictionary out of his heavy looking backpack and began to read it upside-down, oblivious to the expression on Light's face.

Light didn't even want to know. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out his scratch-free iPod and tuned out the world. That is, he tuned out the world until L nudged him in the side.

"I know you seem to be comfortable, but I need to get off the bus. We have arrived at my stop," L said unemotionally.

Light took a second to consider what L was saying. It always took him a moment to think after coming out of a music-induced trance. He realized that it was time for L to leave when poked him again in the side. "Oh," he said as he stood up quickly to let L slip out of the seat.

L turned to Light and smiled warmly. It was the sincerest smile Light had ever seen on L's face. Or, more correctly, any of the geniuses faces. "Goodbye, I hope Light-chan has a good evening." With that, L turned and made his way off of the bus, closely followed by Nate and Mihael.

As Light watched L disappear into his home, he had the smallest feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He sighed and sat down with his cheeks painted a soft pink.

Meanwhile the lovely sight of his friend Mail, sitting on the plump, leather couch in their living room, Nintendo DS in hand, and a cigarette in his mouth greeted L. L dropped his bag haughtily by the door and let out a groan. Mello and Near trudged in after him, doing to same. Even Mello was silent as the three teenagers walked into the living room.

"Hey Matt." L greeted, walking to the kitchen to get a slice of chocolate cake before Mello would get it. Mello and chocolate was like dogs and mailmen. "Feeling better?"

"Some." Matt said after a pause. The red-head let out a growl and was immediately consumed in whichever game he was playing on that particular day. L rolled his eyes. He knew not to disturb Queen Matt when he was playing one of his games. It's one of life's many lessons that you learn when you live with another three orphaned boys. Well, another three orphaned boys like these three.

The teenagers living at Wammy's House, as Mello had warmly named it after arriving here, were not normal teenagers. Their legal guardian, the inventor Quillish Wammy, only took on the best, the brightest. L even gave him a nickname, too, Watari. And he always referred to his three best friends and adoptive father by the names he had given them.

"Hello, L." Watari greeted him with a smile. He was always out to do whatever he could for the boys. "After you study what are you planning on doing??"

"Possibly training my parrot," L said briefly, before disappearing from the kitchen to retrieve his backpack from the foyer. He would have a lot of time to train his parrot. He only had homework and studying to do for four subjects. It would take him an hour. Tops. Sometimes he wished there was more to do than just go to school, study, and train his newly acquired pet of the week.

He stopped along the way to listen to Mello and Matt arguing. For a brilliant couple the two boys had some of the stupidest arguments. Things like who forgot to put the cap on the toothpaste and who ate the last piece of chocolate always got the two going.

"… and I can't kiss you right now, Matt!" Mello shrieked pulling away from Matt's lock on his wrist.

"And why not?" Matt whined, putting the game he had been playing with one hand down and glaring at Mello. L let out a small snicker. Mello was the only one Matt would ever put his games down for.

"You're sick! I could get meningitis if I kissed your filthy mouth!" Mello was extremely hyper paranoid about contracting sicknesses. A missed day of school for him was utter blasphemy. He hated being sick.

Matt smirked and even L could feel his eyes rake over Mello's leather-clad body. "You know what? I don't feel sick anymore!" he exclaimed. Of course Matt didn't feel sick anymore, it wasn't doing anything for him. This morning, when it had been, he obviously hadn't been thinking about how it would affect him later in the day.

Mello and Near rolled their eyes. Near had been watching the ordeal from a corner in the room, playing with a train set. Matt pulled Mello onto his lap and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Mello pouted.

L smirked and climbed the steps adorning the foyer to his bedroom.

Of course, because he had been the first one there, L had gotten to choose his room. It was the most spacious room in the house. Like all teenagers with a normal IQ, L loved his room. He was always either there or at school.

When L walked into the sanctuary of his room, he put his backpack on the bed and smiled. For that moment, as he threw himself onto his soft bed, he was content. He was content with who he was, with what he was doing, with everything. It made him happy. It only lasted for a moment though, before he was dumping out the contents of his backpack and getting to work.

As L was so thoroughly enjoying his evening, Light was not having quite as much luck.

As soon as Light had walked through the door he had been bombarded with questions about how school was going and who he had talked to and sat with at lunch today by his mom. Oh, he did love her, yes. She was just a little bit too obsessive compulsive for his tastes. Even as a fourteen year old, he knew it was definitely not polite what she did. And it got on his nerves.

After successfully storming up to his room avoiding his little sister, Sayu, he started his schoolwork. His classes were easy, even though he was in the advanced versions. His class work was a breeze, and his homework was even easy for him to do. Teacher's made homework easier for students who would need to ask questions. It was just a perk of not being one of those students, for him.

He flew through his homework and started reading some of the novels he had brought home from the library. His mother insisted that he buy his books, but he liked the thought of people reading the books he read before and after him. And sometimes he would find interesting things in the books he rented, such as notes or bookmarks.

As he lay with his head off of his bed, looking at the world around him in an upside-down perspective there was a knock on his door. He groaned but got up to unlock his deadbolt-ed door, he used it to keep Misa out, who would randomly show up at his house in random intervals. His mother just loved the idea of them as a couple just as much as it made Light want to puke.

To Light's surprise, it was Kiyomi who stood outside his door holding a…. cellphone? in his face. "You need to break up with her-"

"Kiyooooooomiiiiii…"

"Now."

Light took the phone and motioned for the teenage girl to follow him into his room. He sat in his desk chair, and she sat down on his bed, making herself comfortable with his books. As she started reading his books, he dialed Misa's cellphone number.

The phone rung twice before an earsplitting scream sounded throughout the room. "Yes, hello Misa," Light said warily. He was tired of being greeted that way. It happened every time he called.

"Light-kuuun!! Misa Misa loves yoooooou!!" she screeched. It could be heard from anywhere in the room. Even Kiyomi was covering her ears.

"I'm okay. I need to talk to you, though," he said quietly. It wouldn't be a sad thing for hi, breaking up with her. He just was too much of a nice person to make her so sad. He knew she would be crushed.

Light could almost here the pout in her voice. "What's wrong? Is Light-kun not happy with Misa Misa…?"

He just couldn't do it. There was no way. Of course he had no actual feelings for her, but you didn't need those to make a relationship work! Did you…? "No, everything is great!" he feigned his enthusiasm. "I just wanted to tell you that I couldn't go out with you tomorrow night. I'm eating dinner at Kiyomi's…"

"You know how I feel about her." The way Misa said 'her' was obvious disapproval in their strong friendship. She was not only as annoying as one can get, she was protective and—dare Light say it? Rather bitchy.

"I know. There is nothing going on between us. Honestly. We are friends… f-r-i-e-n-d-s," he spelled it out. "We are like siblings."

"Siblings?"

"She's like my sister." Light felt like he had been repeating this for years to Misa.

"But Light-kun, she isn't your sister," Misa whined.

Light took a book and hit himself in the head a few times. "Misa, I have a call waiting. I need to go."

"Bye-bye Light-kun!!"

Light grunted and hung up before turning to Takada. She smirked at him. "You don't even like her, but man, you are whipped." He rolled his eyes and flung himself on top of her. "Ouch! Get off!"

He laughed and tickled her sides, before sitting up and getting off of the bed. Kiyomi and Light had been friends with each other since they were babies. There had been hopes and dreams of them being a couple from their mothers at one time, but those things had disappeared long ago. After the incident where the two of them kissed and Light threw up afterwards, there really was no hope.

Actually Light had never been attracted to anyone, let alone Kiyomi. He figured it was late blooming, and Takada figured he was asexual. He would have been fine with either one of the two outcomes.

"Light!!" Sayu screamed up the stairs. "Dinner!!"

Light turned to Kiyomi. "Would you like to eat with us?" he asked politely. His friend was a regular attendee of the Yagami's dinner table. She really was like his sister.

"Of course, Light-chan."

He hit himself with the book again at the reminder, and she laughed and chased him down the stairs.

Review!! We will try to update soon!